“I love you,” he murmured.
Nicolla mouthed “I love you” back and licked her lips, teasing. Andrew jumped at her encouragement. He pressed his cock on her mouth. Nicolla took the mouthwatering offering with delight. He worked his way in, inch by inch, burying his cock into her throat.
She watched him the whole time he fucked her mouth, never breaking eye contact as he was consumed with the craze of his newfound ecstasy. She wanted to let him know she enjoyed giving him pleasure as much as he received it. Kelly might never have guessed, but Nicolla knew a starving man when she saw one. Not physically, but emotionally. Sometimes, men needed their egos stroked, their dominance acknowledged. Submission wasn’t always a bad thing—it could make a relationship work. And in this case, this was what Andrew needed.
He buried his hands in her hair, fingers clawing her scalp. His mouth formed a big O as he pumped his cock in and out of her. He seemed to love the way her teeth grazed at his granite-hard shaft, and the way her throat enveloped his raging erection although truthfully, her mouth was insufficient to accommodate his size. Kelly’s body was petite and Andrew was just…big.
Nicolla gasped for breath when Andrew pulled his cock out of her mouth. Her saliva dribbled from her chin like the silken threads of a spider. “I can take y—”
Andrew silenced her with his mouth, assaulting her with a greedy kiss. He pushed her flat on the kitchen floor, hands groping her thighs. Nicolla moistened as he yanked her panties down. He broke the kiss. “Sorry, liebchen, but I want to fuck you properly. It’s been too damn long…”
“Ooh, I won’t complain.”
“Good.” Andrew seized her hips and positioned himself at her entrance. He felt hot, intrusive, but very welcomed. She sighed the moment they made contact. Jolts of high voltage electricity surged through her veins, pumping pure endorphins. Her inner cat got excited. Her pussy clenched, contracting hungrily. He thrust in, forcefully pushing his tip into her tight cunt.
Nicolla yelped, a burst of pain striking her like a lightning bolt. She grabbed his shoulders, clinging to him as Andrew fiercely drove his cock into her channel. Fuck. Nicolla gasped, semi-dazed, wondering if Andrew had ever properly deflowered his wife. Judging from the tightness of her sex, she was sure he hadn’t fucked his wife that often.
His face contorted in enraged ecstasy. It seemed like he savoured the way her pussy was clasping his raging shaft. Then he looked semi-panicked when he saw tears streaming down her cheeks. “Liebchen, are you all right?”
“I love it, love your cock.” Nicolla squeezed her muscles around his erection. Andrew jerked. “Fuck me hard, Daddy Bear.”
“Oh, shit,” he murmured. Andrew slammed hard into her cunt with longing. Followed by another one. And another.
White sparks danced before her eyes. Her throat was taut from an impending scream. Her pussy felt like it had been swallowed by fire. “God, Andi, why haven’t you fucked me like this lately? Harder. Give me harder.”
“Shit.” Andrew grimaced between his relentless pounds. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I need you to hurt me,” Nicolla yowled back. “Dominate me. Use me as you please.” She screamed as Andrew pummelled deep into her, forcing the whole erection into her inadequate cunt. “Fuck. Just like that. God, I love it. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”
He’d barely moved a few strokes when a climax took her by surprise. She muffled her scream by biting his shoulder, tasting the linen of his shirt and the faint scent of his cologne. Her body shook—her pussy gripped his shaft as waves of pleasure surged through her system. She sobbed, dazed and amazed from the impact. She didn’t think her climax was usually so intense…
He had stopped moving, watching her with awe. “You came,” he mumbled. “You’ve never…”
“More. Please? Just one more? Fuck me until you come. Please?”
Andrew hissed, baring his teeth. He lunged, all six-foot-three of solid muscle over her delicate body, pinning her, nailing his cock into her cunt with insane greed, over and over until every nerve in her system shrieked the same song of pure ecstasy. Nicolla panted, crying, urging him to take her harder. She loved the way he fucked, and by all means, he knew how to fuck. Each of his battering slams brought her closer to another climax. “Yes, just like that,” she urged in breathless gasps. “Give it to me. All of it. Come inside me, baby, please.”
Andrew pistoned harder and faster, fucking her cunt to the point the sound of their meeting flesh was louder than the cadence of her cries and unsated growls. “Yes, yes. Harder. Andi, please…” Nicolla let out a shriek as she climaxed and her pussy contracted. Every neuron in her brain felt like it had been short-circuited. Her ears rang. Her heart wanted to burst from her rib cage, and nothing but brilliant lights of pleasure bathed her being, trapped in a never-ending bliss for a long moment. She was dimly aware when Andi lunged into her one more time, delivering the final thrust hard enough to bruise her cervix before he finally surrendered. His body jerked, eyes closed as he spurted, deeply, flooding her cunt with his seed.
She would have collapsed if she hadn’t been lying on her back already, but it felt like she was collapsing when the last tide of pleasure ebbed away. God, that was incredible. Andrew captured her mouth with his, kissing her open-mouthed. Nicolla kissed him back, loving every bit of affection he gave her. He wasn’t an ice king anymore. He was a sex-deprived man starving for love, and she loved giving him what he needed. “You’re amazing,” Nicolla whispered the moment he broke the kiss. “Are you always energetic like this in bed?”
Andrew laughed. “Not really. You never liked sex, liebchen.”
“You’re fucking kidding me?”
“You never had a potty mouth either. I don’t know what’s happened to you, but, honey, I love the new you.”
Nicolla purred. She buried her face in the curve of his throat, thinking she had some explaining to do when she saw Kelly the next time. She had a hunch Kelly wouldn’t be happy about it.
Chapter Six
Nicolla had experienced some strange shit in her lifetime from experimenting with drugs, but nothing beat the absurdity of seeing her own reflection outside the mirror. She guessed Kelly felt the same way too, but she was doing a good job at hiding it. They were at the patio of Café Columbia, having lunch. Kelly had called Nicolla in the morning after Andrew had left for work. Ms Prissy had insisted they should meet. In the flesh. She’d told Nicolla they had matters they needed to discuss face-to-face. But Nicolla strongly suspected that maybe Kelly wanted to strangle her in person because she’d blown the confirmation interview. She was surprised when Kelly jumped straight into another subject.
“How well do you know Harry Strickland?”
“Well enough to know he’s the biggest jackass in the world. Why do you ask?”
Kelly frowned. “This morning, Strickland berated me in front of the whole studio because I couldn’t do the scene.”